The Adventure

Taking the slower route of retracing the steps of the robo-squirrels in the hopes of avoiding any traps the girl genius might've laid for trespassers, Doppelganger arrived in the building after Small Fry but caught most of the same things the diminutive damsel had seen.

Small Fry decides to test the girl’s intellectual curiosity. Barely a glowing speck, about a millimeter tall, the tiny heroine moves in a way that she can be seen—but not perceived as more than a spark.

She uses the immense strength she can only have at her super-tiny size! She pushes against the W button on the laptop! "Ngyunnnnngg!"

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The spark moves over to the A button! Then the I! The T! "Hrrrrrrrrrggghh!"

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She keeps pressing more buttons!

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"Shit! Typo! Arrrrrrrrgh!"

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She sprawls on the ? button and watches the colossal child. How will she deal with the little spark who keeps taping her keyboard.

Small Fry grows to fairy-size. She flutters to the open laptop and seats herself atop the screen, crossing one leg over the other.

"My name’s Small Fry. I’m here because your Mother is worried about you, Eliza."

She leans in a little.

"You’re fortunate that I found you instead of the merc or the corporate goons. But you realize that the moment C8 starts that van, the bad guys will converge on us. And Jet Black isn’t alone, though she pretends to be. So…"

Small Fry points down at the message she typed on the screen.

"Can we talk?"

Small Fry looks to the hummingbirds on either side of her.
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"So you hop in the van. C8 drives off the moment he sees you…" She pretends to ponder. What she’s really doing is stalling while in earshot of Doppelgänger. "…and then it’s off to a career in super-villainy?

"How much will you really be worth?" She gestures to emphasize the surrounding hummingbirds. "You literally surrounded me with converging drones while unironically failing to catch my meaning of converge. Do you think OmniCorp is sending the Keystone Cops to chase your van on foot? They’ve got eyes in the skies. They don’t need to chase you. They just need to know your destination.

"And if you think it’s easy to escape dro—"

Small Fry quite suddenly shrinks away—too small to be perceived even by a robot hummingbird, if she’s quick enough!

>>>Sometimes giving someone what they expect is exactly how to motivate them. Doppelganger watched as Small Fry tried to reason with the young gadgeteer and, in typical fashion, the young girl overestimated how smart she actually was. Sometimes it seemed like having 'super intelligence' makes one 'super dumb'.
>>> Doppelganger moved from under the low cover their squirrel-form hid from Eliza's scans and scurried furtively to a more dramatic location for the next step of the plan...

>>>"Target Eliza Caldwell." Doppelganger's 'Mr. Smith' form announced with a sort of buzzing and buttery voice. "You will submit yourself as an OmniCorp subsidiary forthwith. Please, do not resist." Mr. Smith stepped into the dramatic lighting for maximum effect, the purple lenses of his dark shades glinting in the light. Maybe proving the girl wrong might move her into a more tractable mood. Doppelganger steeled himself for the inevitable attack by her drones.

>>>"Expected negative response. Behavior added to the algorithm." Doppelganger said, ape-ing the sort of nonsense the real OmniCorp agents had said earlier. "Efficiency is the OmniCorp motto. One Agent is the most efficient assignment of personnel. Sufficient to apprehend a new OmniCorp asset or resource." Seeing the girl reach for her techno-shotgun and the horde of cyber-critters on the love, Doppelganger opted for the better part of valor and dove behind a cluster of filing cabinets for cover. "Do Not seek help from the superhero team sent to rescue you.
OmniCorp is the future. OmniCorp is your future." Doppelganger had to get out of this form's headspace before he started actually believing the drivel that issued from Mr. Smith's mouth.